Cataplàusia is probably the wildest band Mediterranean nature has produced over the years. Wild by nature and Mediterranean because it recovers nothing less than the inheritance of the best Barcelonan decades to dilute up a palette in which the black grain appears between the white needle of Japan and l’esgarip de Neu!
As an unexpected eruption, this is the continuation of the legacy left by the laietana music, Sisa and Pau Riba besides the established Catalan rock. An unconscious outburst with a blindfold can lead to the underworld, the less obvious
beats of Fela Kuti and the winding electricity of Zzebra … And it is this, rather than a foolish combination of psychedelia, jazz, very serious hard rock or Nigerian folk, but merely the expression of the hilarious musical direction of Josep Martí (also Sone). Humor and contempt in which he is willing to sink each and every one of the songs if they can get that reality to your liking and without considering what might be the results because precisely that is what it was …
Psychic automatism, a transfiguration, impossible stories and musical poems with enough force so that with only one listening its worth a thousand words. A self-homage that goes beyond mere irreverence. An artist who cares little about cosmetic accessories. Looking at the past from an obvious antirevivalisme; indeed, this son ends up being more actual than many, thanks to the recognition of some X influences which he without any counterposes as political much more than musically..
